It's the night you've been looking forward to all week; you're finally getting to step into the ring again after some time away from your boxing passion. This break was mostly your girlfriend's fault, as she'd insisted you use some of your prize money to take her on a luxurious vacation.
In all honesty, she was a pretty big bitch. Your fame as a boxer brought many women to your doorstep, most of them just after you for your looks and your money. But then again, you're equally shallow on that front, since you only started dating this girl for her body.
She was gorgeous from head to toe. Her long, dark hair went about halfway down her back, also providing a bit of a curtain around her face that invited curiosity, although you'd want to look at it anyways. Her eyes were a deep blue, an innocent look in them that did nothing to betray her bitchy nature. Her lips were full and pouty and overall her face was easily comparable to any of the famous supermodels.
Her body was where you'd really scored, though.
Massive, F-cup tits that somehow stayed perky and jiggled just the right amount when she walked. A thin waistline, paired with wide, swaying hips that always seemed like she was trying to seduce you. Thick thighs with a nice little gap between them, and a firm, incredibly fat ass. None of her features seemed exaggerated or out of place though, everything working together in harmony to create the perfect woman. To top it all off, she was a foot shorter than you, making doing as you pleased with her that much easier.
Currently, you were staring at said body, as if getting acquainted with it for the first time all over again.
"Babe? Hello...?" She snapped her fingers in your face, trying to get you to focus. It was hard when she was wearing the tightest tank top and pair of yoga pants she couls find.
Remembering that your fight was in just a few minutes, you glanced around the locker room and then back at her.
"Sorry. I was, uh, thinking about my game plan," you lie, just barely maintaining eye contact with her now.
She raises an eyebrow and then nods slowly. "Right. Well, there's something I need to tell you. I wanna fight tonight."
You can't help but laugh a little, "You? Do a boxing match? You have no idea what to do! This is the men's league anyways, and you aren't even registered at all." You were used to her making unreasonable demands, but usually they were at least possible.
She huffed, crossing her arms. "I wanna do YOUR fight." She walked over to the lockers, hips swaying as always. She made a show of bending over, knowing you were easier to convince when aroused. And yeah, her plump ass sticking up in the air like that was very persuasive.
She opened up one of the bottom lockers, having appropriated one for herself a while back when she realized just how often the two of you would be here for fights. Fishing around inside it for a moment, she stood and turned back to you with a small device in hand.
Your face immediately fell, now understanding what she meant. "No way, baby. Absolutely not." You crossed your arms, shaking your head firmly.
"Come on babe... Just one time? Pleaaaase?" She huffed again, bending forward a little as she pouted to give you a better view of her cleavage.
"No! I thought we agreed, we're never doing that!" You said, raising your voice as she approached you.
She giggled quietly, uncrossing your arms and sliding her leg up yours, wrapping her body around yours like ivy. She leaned in to your ear, whispering, "If you let me do this, you can have as much fun with me as you want... whenever, wherever, however."
You could feel your heart racing now, swallowing hard. She was always holding off on sex, teasing you with her body but never letting you actually have her. This could finally be your opportunity to get exactly what you wanted...